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Bleeding Fame

It was fun at first, I thought.

When people asked for an autograph or someone stopped me to take a picture.

“Life can’t get any better.” I said to myself.

The limos, the parties, the mansions, the clothes and the fans at my disposal twenty four, seven.

At such a young age my mind couldn’t see the darker side of Fame.

It looks so much different when your watching a star burn out and crash to earth with various drug problems and scandals that are never true to begin with.

Now every flashing light of the paparazzi is like a gunshot.

And every wound opened by the flash, my fame, dignity and respect poured out.

The follow me every where with that paranoid look in their eyes, whose going to get the picture of me doing something “wrong” in the public eye.

These wrongs aren’t even wrongs sometimes they’re just growing up.

It becomes too much for a young person to handle.

So I tightened the noose, got up on the railing and just let go and let my body fall.

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